Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.